wanna become a crash-tested-SAINT??

Q: who’s Aunty Pasto married to? A: Uncle Rigatony. WassamataU, wiseguy? I’ll tella youse summoe wacknyc:

Don’ta gotta no worthless TV which makes U.S. like boobs; I threw mine over the balcony yeeeers ago for those who wanna WISEabove - never gotta ‘nother. Why? Ever hear of the word WHORIZONTAL?? Or howzabout ‘whoremoans’ to sigh N applaud what those whorizontals think? I personally wanna spend as lilXleft on this world viewing the indifferent whorizon.

How? Saint Gertrude’s prayer: ‘Eternal Father...’

and/or the Angelu.s. which is at most a three-minute-prayer honoring our Mother.

<- God loves that and honors anyone who does. God hates U.S. watching TV yet sHe can do nothing. Why? What we view, we shall get: if we view filth on TV, we shall get more decay from the world. Catch-22. Solution? REPENT at your bedside. GodCertainlyAintCatholic.

Again, the world is going off a cliff without any thought of God which humanity must make an account of when we croak; doesn’t matter whether you’re atheist - Jesus shall still question your actions at death’s hour. Wanna become a Saint after you bite-the-dust, bubba? (...or, in my case, I juss wanna be blessed; sainthood’s too much, too gaudy, too redundant. I wanna be so nthn in Her Kingdom). First step: STOP. WATCHING. TV!!!

Dude! Don’t die a boob! Refuse to be Michele’s gnarly boobs!!!